He Xiuyu laughed softly at the sight of her guarded expression, the dim yellow light softening his features and making his peach blossom eyes seem rather flirtatious under the lamp.
He reached out, opened the right-hand drawer, and took out a cloth bag, placing it on the table. Then, he pushed it towards Qiao Qingyu. "Qiao Qingyu, keep the money for now. We're both young; we can afford to take some steps forward. Besides, we are husband and wife. By returning the money to me, you're questioning my ability to earn a living!"
Qiao Qingyu was stunned, gazing at He Xiuyu. She had prepared herself for the questions he might ask her, but she hadn't expected him to steer the conversation this way. Looking down at the cloth bag, she didn't need to guess; it surely contained the money she had previously returned to him.
The situation was a bit bizarre.